The Third Thief
Opportunity makes the thief, and you give me plenty: fire left unattended, hours which nobody counts, a button left where it fell,...
Opportunity makes the thief, and you give me plenty: fire left unattended, hours which nobody counts, a button left where it fell,...
Patience, in its peculiarity, does not wear thin, but rather stretches into thinness a dozen other virtues more brittle than itself. What...
Bright blooms brushed the generous swell of her breasts where the robe split wide and welcoming, unburdened by thoughts of modesty. The...
We aren't meant to be alone, he said, and I held my tongue, sunk into arms warmer than the words I bit back, but I know the immensity of...
i. One line descending diagonally, three hidden between, unsubtle pleasure reflected in roundness. ii. That face was mine, round-mouthed...
Distraction arrived in familiar lines today. I have seen that sorrow sunlit before, the same shadows cast in shorter framing. Different...
What ambition did I hold then that hangs now? These arms do not reach for old threads but hang loose, light. Unburdened. Those are not my...
Mistaken for a bird, but I know better, see the stars, what they've scattered over cheeks, how they've built a bridge between wet eyes...
The trouble with having skin is its constriction, the way it holds stubbornly, cruelly to one shape & size, keeping all the enormity...
What poetry is there in this thread which connects from Count to shadow and from death to rebellion? What's mercy in the face of...
Every time you smile, I think to capture it, to collect and classify each in turn, labels affixed to the corner of your mouth in my...
Joy arrived with fear, in word if not deed, a nicety providing entry into other ideas: what does it mean to drown? Breathlessness came...
Neither tree nor forest, he says, so we cut the wood down, lay logs into neat corners, sturdy walls, a roof to keep the rain out. Tall...
Reverence doesn't need a cathedral, just breath & intention & charcoal signature smudged at hip, a chorus of two ecstatic voices, a...
What I remember of the Cathedral: a towerful of steps before I had my own; dress and satchel shed beneath the bell; how freedom &...
I remember when the tides were reliable, the days when I'd sit opposite and watch how they'd rise and recede, how they'd come back in...
Flowers stand out beneath fingertips, threadbare petals snagged & stripped, component strings rendered distinct-- How long has it been...
A knife which knows its own name acts in accordance with its nature & will turn on its wielder in time. A stubborn seed taken root,...
To the shadow, whispering seems a weighty task: what words will set the world to changing? To the flame, witnessing proves difficult:...
i. Galas and garden parties, but never masquerades. Anonymity obscures identity, self absent by half, and I must know you, by sight, by...